7/2/2025
It is morning of the third day at Camp Zephyr in Sandia. There are about 700 youth from a bunch of churches. Not many of them are up yet. The camp is mostly quiet. I found a table overlooking Lake Corpus Christi that wasn’t too wet. Was just sitting here and realized that I was facing about east and the sun was about to come up.
I love the sun on my face in the morning. It makes me feel alive.
It makes me remember that all is well.
I was reading in Hebrews. The author says not to worry about money (I think a lot of words could apply, like being in control) because God has said that He will never leave us or forsake us. You can read it yourself, Hebrews 13:5.
I believe the author of Hebrews could very well have been facing the rising sun when he wrote that.
Pictures just can’t capture moments.
We run around taking pictures with our phones. Of everything. Like if we don’t save it, the impression of a moment will be lost. I wonder if people are more ungrounded because they are focused on capturing something to share or remember rather than living.
A picture can’t capture the burst of sunlight that goes off just behind our eyes when the fresh rays off the sun penetrate deep into our heads. That just has to happen. Morning and evening.
I believe that being present is a fundamental part of flourishing. And I wonder how much having a camera in our hand (or pocket) robs us of being present.
This morning is a great reminder.